Faceless bodies, abstracted and dissected
Torrid tongues tasting blood to cure their curse
Oppression is their language
Shifting shades, illusions in the desert
The Twilight of the Idols is at hand
In the quiet, you’ll hear us cry out
To the stars I plead my case
Yet the heavens seem quiescent
Entropy: Perforate my senses
Devolving from dust into dust
But you won’t relent until our every desert is filled with water
And His love came down!
O Cristo Domine Jesu
And His love came down!
O Cristo Domine Jesu
And it rescued me!
O Cristo Domine Jesu
And I believe
I believe
